I stand infront of the mirror in a black dress that hugs my body perfect, accentuate my curve. It has a deep neckline and I pair it with some gold accessories. I am glad I bought this dress, thanks to my friends that gave me this dare, otherwise, such bold clothes are not my style. I apply some red lipstick and then dab my lips on the tissue. I see the red colour seeping on the napkin and suddenly I remember how Savannah’s blood seeped on the white linen of the hospital.
I ball up the napkin and throw in the dustbin. Her death has somehow managed to remind me of the death of Miss Gina, I feel very disturbed. Killing a woman who is carrying a baby is not a crime, it’s a sin and I want to kill that sinner.
I shake my head; this is a night I am supposed to enjoy and from tomorrow I am going
